Halfway up the randy duck
and partly down the tub
inside out the throstle’s nest
crawling round the clubs
the Monday book is almost spent
swimming in the drains
came up for air on Scottie Road
my head sings “never again”


Dust Jacket : a one minute rhyme

If I was a pretty boy
i’d just write pretty words
but being funny looking
I stick to the absurd
they say you write what is inside
the cover’s not the book
but I’m convinced some inspiration
comes from the way one looks
I look into the mirror
and laugh at what I see
which some days can reflect itself
as nonsense you read from me.